said the stony-faced butler barring Diana’s entrance.“But I sent word to Lord DeVere hours ago!” she protested. “He was to have taken his goddaughter to the theater earlier this evening, but she has not returned and her maid has no recollection of anything! I insist on speaking with him immediately.” She folded her arms across her chest with a militant look. “I shan’t depart until I have.”“If you will just permit me to deliver your message, I will be certain to convey the urgency of it.” The servant looked apologetic, but Diana wasn’t having it.“I’m afraid the only message I have for his lordship must be delivered personally.” Seething with anger, fear, and frustration, Diana stormed past the stunned retainer. “Well,” she demanded, “will you conduct me, or must I search every chamber myself?”The butler looked apoplectic. “Madam, Lord DeVere is in the midst of entertaining guests. It is a very private affair.”She halted to turn blazing eyes upon the harried retainer.
